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Chapter 7

Her studies progressed well.

It was a sudden thought that occurred to her as she gently flipped through the tome under
the dim light of a flickering candle, subconsciously checking off the incantations she had
worked hard to master in the months prior. Chilling touches. Tormenting spirits. Animating
the dead. These were all imbued within her spirit and second nature to her existence as if
she was breathing air itself. Delicately she turned the pages until she stumbled upon her
next great obstacle. Straining her eyes against the light she deciphered the infernal runes
that would dictate her next pinnacle of growth.

"Greater Undead"

A journey though the graveyards scattered upon Thera would reveal her affinity with death,
like omens of her past. Packing her travel pack, she submitted a brief leave application as
she ventured out the eastern gates of Galadon and disappeared into the gathering darkness
of night. For weeks she would venture and find nothing. And yet soon she would find herself
face to face with the realities of her past. Taking a deep breath she plunged through the
void and into the vortex known simply as "the Past".

She will filled with a startling sense of deja vu as she ventured through the woodland that
had once been under her protection. Distant memories of shared life that lived in internal
conflict with herself. The harrowing image of a raven flashed through her mind as she made
her way south upon the woodland trail. She dared not face the Plains for she knew the power
of the treants and the wrath she had inspired. Pulling her cloak tighter about herself, her
feet echoed in unison with the lumbering dead that dragged their clubbed feet behind her.

"Hark!"

The screech of a raven echoed across the wagon road heralding the coming of death as Sunlay
Sanqvist and her entrapped souls approached the settlement gates. Swivelling her head in
desperation, she attempted to catch sight of the winged creature and an omen of her defiled
Goddess. Conflict raged within and she felt sincere relief to finally be within the haven
of a settlement that would one day become Galadon. Kneeling down before the grave she began
chanting the unholy mantra with eyes closed in fierce denial.

She was greeting with anguished groans and the sounds of sand slowly trickling to the floor
as the lumbering mummy prostrated itself before her, the smell of its decaying flesh enough
cause Sunlay to open her eyes an observe the miracle before her. Elated she allowed herself
a moment to smile. To celebrate. And to bask in the glory the Unspoken. The omen of this
foul creature overshadowed the pitiful ravens that flocked to witness. She reached out with
a gentle hand and stroked the creature before her.

It was beautiful.

It was destiny.

And it demanded more souls for the Wellspring.